The Tangle Settle down, it'll all be clear

mayhaps black sock boi makes my heart cotton candy im Soft-

It wasn’t the wanderer’s fault that she was about to fall asleep; the care taken while nosing and nudging wasn’t unlike the bliss that she’d quelled her Stormborn into. Lashes began to list at the cheekbones, and although there were most certainly many twinges and nipping pricklings to be had, she faced them — metaphorically, duh — with eyes easily warbling with silly tears, despite the lethargy.

And it, too, seemed that a century passed, and her mind was on the verge of slumbering there and then when she felt a sudden unsnagging from all about her. With the traveler’s help, of course, she soon squirmed free of this clutching thicket, and in time whirled to her savior —

”H-how may I ever thank you, revia? I might have been stuck there for ze rest of my days, had you not come along!” Her own ivory pelt wisped with each breath, and her countenance was a bit breathless, somewhat flushed, and immensely appreciative.